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ahh ha - ysr gramz & enrgy beats lyrics

[intro: ysr gramz]
(enrgy made this one)
f*ck it
alright

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
f*ck it, pay a rapper for a feature and box him in
i’m finna backdoor my main mans, all my opps his friends
dropped two lines in this faygo pop, now my pop red
made a promise to this ysr sh*t, he gon’ pop heads
ridin’ with this chopstick on me, i’m tryna chop dreads
hit this lil’ b*tch on the floor, i ain’t use the bed
every time i get some money, i flash it, i ain’t used to bread
dog gon’ get his f*ckin’ head cracked like an easter egg
i don’t treat none of my b*tches right, i’m a piece of sh*t
they think i’m by myself, but i’m not, i keep a bl!ck
b*tch hair ain’t never done, i’ma get it fixed
if a n*gga diss me, end his career like 50 cent
bro punches hittin’ so hard, he can punch a brick
bro shoot sh*t, he ain’t never threw a punch or sh*t
four n*ggas of lebeau street probably f*cked your b*tch
they know beecher n*ggas like to fight, we’ll stomp on sh*t
kobe bryant with this backwood, i ain’t passin’ it
this n*gga mad at his baby mama ’cause i stabbed it
don’t touch me while i’m performin’ on stage, i’ma jab you
if you murk this one lil’ n*gga for me, i’ma cash you
you can say what the f*ck you want, but don’t touch me
a lot of n*ggas talk down on me, but can’t f*ck with me
he be hatin’ on me, that’s why his b*tch wanna f*ck me
twelve hundred dollars for these shoes, but they ugly
[chorus: ysr gramz & babyfxce e]
ah*ha (ah*ha), you n*ggas can’t f*ck with me
you can talk down on me, but can you f*ck with me? (ah*ha, ah*ha)
i get them b*tches for the low ’cause he f*ck with me
old tender*ass n*gga mad ’cause his b*tch f*ck with me
ah*ha (ah*ha), huh, b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me
gramz, what you say? b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me
ah*ha (ah*ha), b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me
hold on, alright

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
i ain’t gotta see your sh*t, i know you can’t f*ck with me
i’m high*demand right now, so it’s hard to get in touch with me
my cup a couple g’s and my belt got a double g
my cherokee got a broke window, this the other jeep
huh, n*gga, this the one i slide in
this the one i can’t forget my mask when i ride in
this the b*tch i crack once and then i bring the guys in
this the b*tch that wasn’t f*ckin’ with me ’cause i wasn’t hot then
but i’m hot now
i used to didn’t have no money, i got a lot now
aim the micro from the stomach, tear the block down
every b*tch that used to play my top give me top now
and that sh*t f*ck my head up
i can’t give a b*tch attention, that sh*t f*ck the bread up
ak bullets out a pistol, this’ll f*ck your legs up
told her, “i’m a dog, b*tch,” for the heads*up
up a hundred thousand, thought a p*ssy said somethin’
not a joystick, n*gga, this a fed b*tton
i don’t want no more green, n*gga, keep the red comin’
yeah, it’s with an x, n*gga
[chorus: ysr gramz & babyfxce e]
ah*ha (ah*ha), you n*ggas can’t f*ck with me
you can talk down on me, but can you f*ck with me? (ah*ha, ah*ha)
i get them b*tches for the low ’cause he f*ck with me
old tender*ass n*gga mad ’cause his b*tch f*ck with me
ah*ha (ah*ha), huh, b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me
gramz, what you say? b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me
ah*ha (ah*ha), b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me
hold on, alright

- ysr gramz enrgy beats lyrics

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